I tell him, if a clergyman, he lies! If captains the remark, or critics, make, Why they lie also--under a mistake.
You lie--under a mistake-- For this is the most civil sort of lie That can be given to a man's face, I now Say what I think.
So near is falsehood to truth that a wise man would do well not to trust himself on the narrow edge. [Lat., Ita enim finitima sunt falsa veris ut in praecipitem locum non debeat se sapiens committere.]
Sin has many tools, but a lie is the handle that fits the all.
Sin has many tools, but a lie is the handle that fits them all.
A man would rather have a hundred lies told of him than one truth which he does not wish should be known.
Any fool can tell the truth, but it requires a man of some sense to know how to lie well.
It takes a wise man to handle a lie. A fool had better remain honest.
It is hard to tell if a man is telling the truth when you know you would lie if you were in his place.
No man lies so boldly as the man who is indignant.
To me, there is something superbly symbolic in the fact that an astronaut, sent up as assistant to a series of computers, found that he worked more accurately and more intelligently than they. Inside the capsule, man is still in charge.
A tool is but the extension of a man's hand, and a machine is but a complex tool. He that invents a machine augments the power of man and the well-being of mankind.
The machine unmakes the man. Now that the machine is so perfect, the engineer is nobody.
Where there is woman there is magic.
One, with God, is always a majority, but many a martyr has been burned at the stake while the votes were being counted.
Any man more right than his neighbors, constitutes a majority of one.
It never troubles the wolf how many the sheep may be.
My lords, we are vertebrate animals, we are mammalia! My learned friend's manner would be intolerable in Almighty God to a black beetle.
No man can serve two masters.
No man can serve two masters: for either he will hate the one, and love the other; or else he will hold to the one, and despise the other. Ye cannot serve God and mammon.
Man only,--rash, refined, presumptuous Man-- Starts from his rank, and mars Creation's plan! Born the free heir of nature's wide domain, To art's strict limits bounds his narrow'd reign; Resigns his native rights for meaner things, For Faith and Fetters, Laws and Priests and Kings.
The man forget not, though in rags he lies, And know the mortal through a crown's disguise.
There never was such beauty in another man. Nature made him, and then broke the mould. [Fr., Non e un si bello in tante altre persone, Natura il fece, e poi roppa la stampa.]
Ye children of man! whose life is a span Protracted with sorrow from day to day, Naked and featherless, feeble and querulous, Sickly, calamitous creatures of clay.
Let each man think himself an act of God. His mind a thought, his life a breath of God.